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Law puffs up even further. “Is it?”

“None of your business, BroNode.”

Aine’s called us BroNode and BroToad for years. No idea why. Little sisters have their own logic and lexicon. It would be amusing if I wasn’t the amphibian.

“Names, Aine,” Law growls.

“Aine Cara Eimear Cathmoir. You’d think you’d know my names. You were around when Mom and Dad gave them to me.”

Law’s growl drops to a rumble that the whole house will feel in their fur. I elbow him. Mom and Dad told us not to go too far. A full Cait growl is going too far.

Aine growls right back. “Don’t be such a jerk, Law. How’s your little foursome going, by the way?”

Law makes a noise that might be him strangling on his own tongue. “It’s not afoursome. And how do you know what a foursome is?”

“I hear people talking. How exactly does it work? Who’s with who? Or is it just a big pile-on? Is there scissoring? Treasa Dillon said she’d bet there was scissoring.”

Law glances at me for help but I shrug. I’m not sure what scissoring is, either.

“No, there’s noscissoring,” Law barks. “Tell Treasa Dillon to keep her mind out of the gutter and our business.”

Aine tips her head to the side, golden hair hanging in a curly curtain almost to her waist. “I bet there is. I’ll ask Kellan at All Hallow’s.”

“Don’t you dare, Aine.”

She sticks her pink tongue out at Law and pushes past him on the way to her room. “We’re going to be best friends, Kellsies and me. My big sis. She’ll tell meeverything.”

Law glares after the blonde imp. Once her bedroom door closes behind her, he turns to me.

“What is scissoring?” he whispers.

“Fuck if I know. Google is your friend.”

Google is not our friend, not with what it tells us. Law blanches as he reads the definition on my phone screen. “You don’t think she actually knows what that is, do you?”

I slap his shoulder. “You can ask Kellan after the fires.”

Law groans.

Chapter24

Kitty Whipped

KELLAN

“Drink!” my friend Rachel shouts as the vampire steps into the light andsparkles.

I have never, ever seen a vampire sparkle. Sneer. Scowl. Snarl. Never sparkle.

I lick salt off my thumb, throw back the shot of tequila, and grab the lime wedge. Rachel and her fae warrior friend Fee echo me. Teddy raises her cup of tea sourly.

“Woo.” I suck my cheeks between my teeth. Darwin only stocks top-shelf tequila and I already have quite a buzz on from the Herradura Silver. Rachel, who is certifiably crazy, is on the spicy stuff; her face is nearly purple after six shots of YaVe Jalapeño Reposado.

Rachel turns over her shot glass and lines it up with the other five glasses. She belches comfortably.

Teddy waves her hand in front of her face, even though she’s several feet away from Rachel, sunk deep into a leather bean bag chair. “Good thing I love you, Rach.”

Rachel releases a little burp and pats her chest. “Love you too, preggo-my-Eggo.”

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